Sadly, he has no place to go! But all the time to get there; Perhaps, his fate. For a long tim… He’s been a rootless wanderer! No links to keep him grounded,

take a nap or read a book a slow day not much to do rocking chair by the window perhaps admire the great view but nimbus darkened the sky

Is love unspoken, any less intense… There are many times, words fail To express all the emotions I fee… Times when words are inadequate, Rather than convey, words can conc…

A straw in the wind; imminent mena… Stillness uneasy silent eerie calm Thick vapor-laden air nebulous haz… In a flash the sullen skies broke… Cloudburst sudden avalanche blindi…

Yellow bells blooming spreading go… Blue forget-me-nots compete for su… With pink geraniums and sweet lave… Morning glory blossoming in the vi… Inviting hummingbirds and butterfl…

Taller than him his shadow For it was late in the day The sun sinks in the skyline Behind gray hills far away The chill is just beginning

The strings of Rachmaninoff Wafted through the rarefied air Soothing her wrought up senses Her tensions soon disappear She feels peaceful, heavenly

Dedicated to my Dear Wife The cloudy sky’s in white and shad… This early morning, as it waits fo… The sun’s putting on a magical sho… Turning raven clouds to deep indig…

center Late afternoon early evening Sun setting it’s still light By the lamp post he stands All alone

Unhappy memories are ghosts, on da… When we’re all alone, they visit t… Tearing our hearts to pieces, as w… They haunt and chastise, they’re c… Pleasant memories are rays of the…

He saw her first at the kissing bo… There, at the university fair He got a few bills left in his poc… For he missed three meals square; Gladly he gave up a couple of buck…

The Ballad of the Argonauts In the face of hopelessness, they’… That they’ll survive the violent m… But in their hearts, their chances… That they’ll dodge the impending d…

All bundled up; for it’s cold and… But despite the layers, my chin sh… There’s tears in my eyes, I could… Wish I were with you, under the c… It’s the price for wanting to be h…

The fog hangs low this Sabbath mo… I saw a rose I could’ve… Red shimm’ring petals, not one tho… Out in the distance, so forlorn As I approached, a wintry breeze

What if? What if he wins? What fate awaits us? What kind of future awaits our cou… A future gloomy at best